There Be A Sword Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Of all of us
for all of us
there be a Sword
that hangs
over the head of each of us.

Till Immortality be
brought to shore
the Sword will hang as a
guillotine we have to stay
under when it falls at and
in its will.

Not us.
Not us.
Not us.
Though for all of us.
Of all of us.
We in the Sub-Conscious
just wait
but know not days or months or
years
calculate
when the Sword fall will in
the last.
Then the Head be severed
and silent roll
with splurging blood.
And then that's the last Scene
of the last Act
of each 's play individual.